William’s POV
As I sat in the living room, I could feel the tension in the air. The hole in the kitchen floor had been patched up, but the damage was still visible. The insurance company had been called, and the Lamborghini was at the auto shop, but the damage was done. And now, Isabella was sitting next to me, her face flushed with anger.
"William, what the hell happened yesterday?" she asked, her voice tinged with irritation. "And why didn't you tell me who that woman was?"
I took a deep breath, knowing that this was going to be a difficult conversation.
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart rate slowing down and my muscles relaxing. Knowing that it was important to remain calm in this situation, to avoid making things worse. I turned to Isabella and said, "I don't even know who s
